My best friend’s mom runs a small adult entertainment business. I’ll keep it vague, but it’s a legit, licensed place, and on any given night there are three girls working. Always three. That’s been the setup for years.

Here’s the weird part. Every so often a client finishes up, comes out to pay or book again, and asks for “the fourth girl.” Same description every time: blonde, white dress. Some of them get annoyed when they’re told there’s no fourth girl, like they think they’re being upsold or she’s being kept for VIPs. A couple have sworn they saw her standing in the hallway or at the end of the corridor smiling at them.

My friend’s mom says it’s roughly 10% of the men. That’s not one drunk guy once. That’s a steady pattern, from strangers who’ve never met each other, describing the same woman. None of the girls who’ve worked there match that description, and none ever wore a white dress on shift.

It doesn’t stop there. Staff and clients both regularly hear a woman’s voice saying “hi” when they come in and “bye” when they leave. Not creepy whispering, just a normal friendly greeting, like a receptionist. Except there’s no receptionist, and whoever heard it usually turns around expecting someone to be standing there. The girls who’ve been there longest barely react anymore. One of them apparently says “bye” back.

Nobody’s ever felt threatened. If anything she seems polite. But nobody knows who she is, and as far as my friend knows there’s no story about the building, no death, nothing she’s been able to dig up.

So I’m curious:

• Has anyone heard of a ghost that seems to keep “working” a job, greeting people like it’s routine?
• Why would only some people see her, and apparently only men who are clients?

So I (M18) am home by myself for the night tonight with my dog and it’s dark and rainy the whole nine yards. I’m in my living room watching youtube on the TV when I hear a knock at the door. my family orders a lot of packages so nothing out of the ordinary right? I check and no one’s there and at that point i’m thinking “Whatever probably the rain” but it hasn’t stopped even though the rain has. Every 20-25 minutes I swear I hear knocks on the front door, Side door, even and door that goes into my garage with zero explanation. The rain stopped about 20 minutes ago and it happened again. I’d think i was going crazy if it wasn’t for my dog tweaking out and barking each time there’s some kind of knock. I don’t usually believe in paranormal stuff but I really cannot find any other explanation for whatever this is. The knocks sound like a deliberate three knocks in a row not just pitter patter like the rain would leave. I mostly just wanted to share this and hope someone else has experienced something like this and can maybe explain slightly. thanks yall

I’ve never been a particularly superstitious person, and I’ve never really believed in the paranormal. But something happened during my shift that genuinely scared me, and I still can’t stop thinking about it.
First, some context.
I work at an industrial port facility located inside a remote natural reserve, more than 40 km from the nearest city. The area is mostly forest, streams, and wildlife. It’s an isolated place, especially at night.
I work in the Security Operations Center, monitoring security systems and cameras, overseeing operations involving grain silos, barges, and cargo movements. My office is somewhat isolated from the rest of the facility, next to the infirmary, with a small reception area and a narrow hallway leading to my door.
Because of security concerns, my office has a reinforced oak door with three security locking points. After an incident involving armed intruders last year, security was taken very seriously. Only one designated operator per shift has the key to my office.
I also have access to multiple Axis security cameras connected through the local network. Internet outages don’t affect them, and even a power interruption shouldn’t cause the system to behave the way it did that night. When a camera loses connection, the system reports it as unavailable. The specific error I saw is normally associated with a disconnection from the recording system, which is located right next to me.
I’m used to working around wildlife. Owls, foxes, snakes, and other animals are common in the area, so strange noises outside don’t usually bother me.
However, some of the older employees have told stories about this place for years.
Apparently, the facility was built on land where an old farm once stood. According to accounts I’ve heard, murders took place there during the War of the Triple Alliance, although I haven’t personally researched those historical claims.
The location is known as Puerto Sara, and over the years, employees have reported strange occurrences. Some claim to have seen figures inside the extraction tunnels. There have reportedly been religious services held at the facility on two occasions because employees felt uncomfortable with what was happening like 15 years ago .
There are also stories about the embankment area. One guard allegedly disappeared for about an hour and eventually returned covered in dirt, trembling, and holding his shotgun. He kept repeating that he had seen a goat near a guard post. Another guard reportedly saw a woman who vanished in front of
him(It sounds like a fucking stupidity even for me that I'm telling this, but it's what they told me, it always seemed like a fucking lie to me)
I always listened to these stories, but I never took them particularly seriously.
Now, here’s what happened during my shift.
It was around 3 AM. There was a severe storm outside, and the rain was getting heavier.
The facility is currently undergoing a shutdown for maintenance, so there were only about eight employees working on site that night. I was alone in my office.
While the storm was raging, my backpack suddenly fell over.
Almost immediately afterward, the security system started throwing errors. Most of my cameras went offline, and the lights throughout the shipping area went out as well.
Only a few camera feeds remained operational, including the one pointed toward the exterior of my office.
The hallway outside my door was now completely dark.
Then, I heard the door handle move.
Someone—or something—was trying to open my office door.
I couldn’t see anything through the darkness, and I couldn’t tell who or what was on the other side.
I want to emphasize that this isn’t an ordinary office door. It’s reinforced, has multiple security locking points, and doesn’t simply move around on its own. Given our previous security incident, I’m very aware of how secure it is.
I was already on edge because of the camera failures, but that was the moment I genuinely started to get scared.
Then I began feeling an unusual coldness inside the office. I also had an overwhelming sensation that I was being watched.
I stayed there for approximately five minutes, feeling deeply uncomfortable and waiting for something else to happen.
Then, just as suddenly as it had started, everything returned to normal.
The cold sensation disappeared. The feeling of being watched went away. The cameras came back online.
There was no clear explanation for what had just happened.
Afterward, I spoke with some of the older employees about the incident. They told me more stories about things that had happened around the facility over the years, and some of their accounts seemed strangely consistent with the kind of experience I’d just had.
I’m not claiming that I encountered a ghost or anything supernatural. I know there could be a technical explanation for the camera failures, and the storm could have played a role in some of what happened.
But the timing of everything—the backpack falling, the cameras going offline, the lights going out, the door handle moving, and that overwhelming feeling of being watched—left me deeply unsettled.
What makes this even worse is that this was only the first night of a six-night stretch.
I’ve worked night shifts before. I’m used to being alone, the wildlife, the noises, and the isolation.
But I’ve never felt this uncomfortable at work before.
Has anyone experienced something similar in an isolated workplace, especially somewhere with a history of unexplained incidents? And does anyone have a plausible technical explanation for what happened to my cameras?
Because honestly, I’d really like to find a rational explanation for this.

Pd: I’m out for today , I’m feeling like a shit after this turn, but I want to share this. Cuz is the only place I can talk about this

It was 9:40 am in the morning. My auntie would usually arrive by this time to drop off some groceries for the day. Today I was pretty surprised since she informed me that she wouldn't visit today cause she has a party to attend. Mind you, I just had coffee, I am wide awake, had really good sleep. I heard her and my other auntie having a full on conversation!

I butted in since I wanted to ask my grocery auntie if she wanted to come with me to the nearby furniture store. She said later, this afternoon 1pm. Then my other auntie said she wasn't here. I was so confused because her voice was so clear. My auntie who was conversing with my grocery auntie was quite literally not here. I was conversing with two people, at the same time.

The entire duration my dog was having a fit and barking, so it was a pretty chaotic conversation nonetheless. I've been told that most spirits or entities tend to stay far away from me but this wouldn't be the first time I have full on conversations with people who aren't present.

I am healthy as much as I know. Mentally, I am well. So I'm pretty much confused because auditory conversations like this never really bothered me before. I assumed my mind was playing games but this felt so real. I couldn't distinguish. Maybe I got used to my auntie arriving and eventually built a pattern but I find that impossible. Theres no way I could be hallucinating at my current state. I'm honestly more concerned if it's a health issue tbh.

What do you guys think?

I was at work earlier and I got the weirdest text from my little sister. Her work is up on a hill and she was leaving, going downhill for about a mile until she turns at a stop sign. She says she was listening to music with her eyes focused on the car in front of her, then it suddenly just vanished. No turning lanes, no lights, no nothing- it just simply disappeared right as she was looking at it. Obviously she’s pretty freaked out by this occurrence, so I’m trying to research similar accounts. I’ve seen some talk on ghost semi trucks, or ghost vehicles that disappear on roads. That downhill stretch of road has also been a site for numerous wrecks over the years, so I’m beginning to wonder if it was a ghost vehicle from a past accident that happened up there. Has anyone else had a similar experience? Please share!!

I was just listening to a spooky reddit video and it got me reminiscing about my old apartment.

So we (3 roommates and I), used to joke about our old apartment being haunted. Lots of small, spooky, but mostly explainable stuff. Sounds at night, footsteps, frequently thinking you see someone in the corner of your eye for a second. The biggest reasons we joked about it being haunted, though, was the fact that whoever moved into the right corner room would start having sleep paralysis and nightmares about ghosts (which stopped when moving out of the room), and also because one of the roomies had a really bad, vivid dream about Something crawling out of the cabinet at the end of The Hallway, which frightened roomie enough to go out and buy sage as soon as it was light out.

The Hallway which led to all of the bedrooms and the bathroom was long, grey, and only lit by two harsh inset led's. At the end of it was a storage cabinet that went floor to ceiling that we filled with linens, mounting strips, and spare lightbulbs and stuff. It was a spooky-ass hallway for sure - we all agreed at move-in to put artwork up on the walls to try and make it more welcoming. It didnt really work.

Nighmares and sleep paralysis are hardly un-explainable though, as is "something in the corner of your eye" or hearing sounds when you're zoned out and there's background noise.

There was one thing that i couldnt explain though. One night, when two roomies were out of town and the third was working a late shift - i was alone in the house with my cat and my little dog, who was asleep next to me while i was on my laptop - probably writing something because thats the only time i dont listen to music, and i remember it being silent in the house. The front and side doors are locked and shuttered, and the roomies' doors were closed while they were out.

My room at the time was one of the two at the end of the hallway - opposite the Sleep Paralysis room. My dog is sleeping next to me and my cat is laying on the edge of the bed. Suddenly i hear something fall in the hallway. It sounds light and hollow, like a carboard box dropping off a shelf. Im not super bothered, but my cat immediately runs into the hallway to investigate. However, he stops short just past my doorway, freezing in place and looking up at something down the hallway. Something that is eerily person-height. Not at the floor or at whatever fell, not the ceiling, not the walls. He was looking down the middle and about 5-ish feet above the ground. (The other end of the hallway hits a wall and branches to either side, and all you can see is a small door that leads to the apartment's ac unit - which was off at the time, as it was around autumn this story takes place).

So my cat froze and stared at.. Something. Then, still staring at that spot, he slowly starts to puff up and creep backwards into the room. Now, my cat is an attention whore and has never shied at a new guest, so it was weirding me out that he was acting like this if nightshift roomie had come home early or something. But mid-thought i remember that it was completely quiet in the house and i hadnt heard anything. One of the cons of being in the room that i was in was that any sound in the house funnels directly into the farthest two rooms. You can hear EVERYTHING in the rest house from there, even a whispered conversation in the kitchen. And i hadn't heard anything. No keys rattling against the door. No open or close.

"Hello?" I call from my bed. Nothing. My cat slinks back another foot, tail fully fluffed and the ridge of his spine at full attention - eyes still locked on something i cant see from my bed. As soon as he starts growling is when i officially freak out. I had never heard him growl before this moment.

I feel my dog move. She's looking at the doorway. I get off the bed with the intention of checking the hallway, but then a series of thoughts run through my mind:

"If i get up and check, i know there isnt going to be anything there. But if i SEE that there is nothing there im going to freak out. I'm at the end of my rope with work and school and i cannot metally handle it if nothing is there. If there IS something in the hallway about 5 feet tall, then im effed no matter what i do if it can open doors - so i guess i'll deal with that if it comes to it."

And so - i shut the door, with my cat, my dog, and myself inside my room. I don't even remember if i locked it or not. I KNEW there was nothing there. And Nothing doesnt have to pick a lock to enter a room. And that's how i resigned myself to playing Schrodinger's Ghost with whatever tf my cat saw in that hallway.

END

(It was one of the paintings that fell btw - i dont know how though, since the nail was still in the wall the next day and both my pets were next to me when it fell.)

Hello all, I didn't know where to post but I figured this might be the best subreddit.

I attended the NOLA WW2 museum a couple years ago, and had a good time. It was for a field trip and I quite enjoyed it. I can be sensitive and have been told I am spiritually sensitive [not too sure].

I was walking through and exploring the very impressive rooms, often imitating places during the war. While my memory is a bit blurry, I remember standing in front of what looked like a concrete building wall, with long skinny cut outs overlooking a beach, the screens being the ocean. It was almost like those on Normandy. Suddenly, I felt a huge sense of dread. It felt like my heart was lead and the world was dark. I felt a sort of fear I haven't ever before. It was sudden and nauseating, I felt frozen. I had to leave the room, telling my partner I had to sit down.

Lmk if any of you have experienced something like this and what it could mean, paranormal or not.

Ill leave some links if i can to what I saw if possible!

I live with 2 other people, and my dog, it is just me and my dog now as the rest of the people in my home are on vacation. One of the people in my house has a weird sleep schedule so at late hours of the night they go downstairs from their room, which is directly across from mine. Last night at around 11:12PM, I hear loud as day footsteps on the carpet approach and pass my bedroom, and then it stops. My dog immediately woke up and started growling at my door way seeming spooked, he definitely heard it too. Nearby my house is an old grave site that has since been built over and there is houses there now, which kind of creeps me out.

I know I heard footsteps because there was no other noise happening to mistake it as something else, it was completely quiet until out of nowhere the footsteps. My dog doesn’t bark at a lot of things, only really other dogs, but he isn’t scared easily so seeing him frightened creeps me out. I did search the entire house and I did not find anybody, and also, to make things weirder, the only place they could have gone would be downstairs and whatever the footsteps were did not go down there, and every other door besides my bedroom door was closed at the time, so the footsteps basically appeared out of thin air. And walked to the end of the stairs and stopped there. I hear the footsteps almost every night but normally there is people here so I assume it’s them, now I’m concerned because it’s just me here and I heard it like I normally do, although I do normally hear it continue down the stairway if it’s a person, I didn’t hear that last night.
Anybody got any ideas?

I’ve been struggling with anxiety about the possibility of there being nothing after death, and the thought of never seeing the people I love again is something that genuinely scares me. I’ve been researching the afterlife, near-death experiences, and the paranormal because I’m curious about whether there’s more to our existence than we currently understand.

I’m interested in hearing from people who have personally experienced something they believe was genuinely paranormal. Have you ever witnessed or experienced something that you couldn’t explain, even after considering whether it could have been your mind playing tricks on you, a hallucination, a shadow, or something else with an ordinary explanation?

I’m especially interested in experiences that you tried to debunk but still couldn’t find a reasonable explanation for. What happened, what did you experience, and what makes you believe it was paranormal rather than something your mind interpreted incorrectly?

I’m not trying to dismiss anyone’s experiences or automatically assume everything is supernatural. I genuinely want to hear your stories and understand what happened, especially if your experience changed the way you think about death or the possibility of an afterlife.

Is this a spiritual gift?

I've never been one to have many supernatural stories; at most, I've always had many spasms while sleeping, hearing a scream calling me or saying words, but I always considered it normal since I've seen other people report the same thing. But...

Since I turned 18 (I use this as a starting point for things to begin) until now, I've had two incidents. One happened this past Saturday and the other the Saturday before.

1: I put my niece to bed and dozed off with her. I woke up to some movement and concluded she had woken up, since I even noticed my sister playing with her before picking her up. "Fall, fall, fall," she said playfully. I ignored it but noticed a silence. I opened my eyes (half-open) and saw that she was still sleeping and there was no one in the room. Immediately afterwards, I saw a figure standing across the bed. It was a white blur reflecting an image of someone turning around and disappearing. I don't know if this is just another one of those things your mind mixes with reality.

2: This one was recent. There was a death that happened a long time ago, and I only knew the main details. That day I dreamt the scene of that death from the perspective of the deceased himself. I saw that he was found in a bathroom by a figure with a female voice. Coincidentally, on that same day, something about that death appeared to me: the deceased was found in a bathtub by his girlfriend (I didn't know anything about this, neither the bathtub part nor the girlfriend). I was surprised, so much so that I used to imagine he was found lying on the floor near the bed by some random guy. It was too much of a coincidence.

In 2018 I hiked from Mexico to Canada on the Pacific Crest Trail. Over the course of the trip I grew to recognize all the sounds of the woods: falling pinecones, buzzing mosquitos, deer snapping twigs while walking through camp at night, bears lumbering through the brush, marmots stealthily chewing up your gear, or the creaky sway of a large pine tree at night. I’d become incredibly comfortable being out in wilderness and it was extremely rare that I felt nervous or scared. I had a handful of creepy encounters along the 2650 mile trip, but most of them took place in or near the small towns I stopped through to pick up food and supplies along the way. Generally it’s people that scare me, not anything I’d imagine finding out in the woods. 

By the time I made it to Washington I’d formed a small group of fellow hikers. There were five of us total and at this point in the trip we were all in great shape and moved pretty fast, averaging 35 miles per day. 

I remember there being a definitive shift in mood and atmosphere crossing from Oregon to Washington. The forests were denser and the hiking sections between each town resupply felt more remote. It was much colder and wetter. There were a number of nights I woke up to discover my tent had flooded. And days so foggy it was like walking through soup. It was also ridiculously beautiful. The Washington section of the PCT is one of the most beautiful places on earth— I highly recommend visiting. 

On one of the nights somewhere deep in the Northern Cascades my hiker friends and I had made camp and gathered for dinner. I was eating my typical rehydrated backpacker slop meal when I heard a shrill noise in the distance. It sounded like a young woman was screaming. The sound was coming from deep in the woods, maybe around 300 ft away, perpendicular to the direction we were traveling on trail. It was so haunting, desperate, and human-like. We were seriously considering going out to investigate the source incase it was somebody in trouble. There was some back and forth, but ultimately we decided not to because the screams oscillated between sounding human and something otherworldly and animal-like. Everyone was too freaked to properly investigate. We all went to bed and it was eerily quiet after that. It was far more normal for the forest to be a cacophony after dark. I was on edge for most of the night and slept terribly despite usually sleeping like a baby out there. 

The next day we packed up and took off hiking, eager to put some distance between us and creepy sounds. But a small part of me did feel guilty for not investigating in the off chance it had actually been someone in trouble. 

When night fell on the next day the pattern repeated itself. We were wrapping up dinner again when I heard the same wailing coming from the surrounding forest. This time it felt louder or closer. We had covered so many miles that day, gained and lost thousands of feet in elevation. So it seemed impossible that whatever entity was making the noise was the same as before. But the scream was virtually identical. We all speculated about what it might be: bobcat, coyote, mountain lion? Months later when I was back living in New York I spent time watching YouTube videos capturing the sounds all the known animals of Washington make. Nothing matched up with the screams I heard. 

For two more nights the sound followed us. As soon as the sun set the screaming would start up. Sometimes closer sometimes farther away. It really felt like we were being followed and this thing was traveling great distances just to haunt our camp every night. Finally we finished up the section and made our way into town for a resupply. There were no more scary encounters for the rest of the trip and I forgot all about the screaming for a while to be honest. There was likely some compartmentalization happening so I could go back to sleeping soundly in the woods again. 

I’m still left wondering what the hell I heard out there. I’m curious if anyone familiar with the PNW has any thoughts or theories about what it might have been? Animals? Something supernatural? 

Apologies for all the extraneous details here, I got a little carried away. 

This happened last month. I had my summer break and visited my grandmother with my mom.
I was laying in the living room on the carpet, because there is the best WiFi spot. So my point of view was that looking straight ahead I could see the living room and look in the kitchen where my mom was at the time and looking to the right I could see the whole hallway.

My grandma went to the garden to work on her plants.
Suddenly the front door opened and closed and I saw someone coming in, I thought it was my grandma. I couldn’t see it yet, because there’s still a second door to the hallway with an ornamented and colored window, but this person moved already like my grandma. Then the door to the hallways opened, my „grandma“ entered and closed the door and was standing there and looking to the left and right. At this place, if she would go to the left, she would have entered the room where my grandfather who passed away years ago had his room. If she would go to the right, she would go to my grandma’s room. Nothing unusual yet. I only saw the silhouette, because the hallway doesn’t have any windows and the light comes from behind this person standing there. But this person had the silhouette of my grandma and moved like my grandma. After seeing that it wasn’t a stranger coming in, I stopped looking there, went back to business and assumed that my grandma went to one of the two rooms, because she often does when she gets dirty after being outside to change clothes.
My mom called “mom?” from the kitchen, because she heard the doors and steps coming from there. But no one replied. Not too strange yet, because my grandma’s hearing isn’t the best anymore, so she might not hear it that far away.

Then it started getting weird, because I didn’t hear my grandma moving in one of the rooms. After like ~5 minutes, I got a bit worried that she passed out or something like that, I mean she’s already 83 years old, so I went first to her room to look for her, but it was empty. Went to my grandpa’s old room, empty too. That already made me feel really uneasy so I looked in other rooms that are connected to the hallway, all were empty. I went outside and my grandma was working on her plants. She was near the entrance so I asked her if she came home a few minutes ago, she told me she didn’t. She was being there for at least one hour already. I asked her if someone was coming into our house, she would have seen this person, because she was working on her plants there and she told me that no one visited us.

Like one day before that incident, we were in my grandma’s old house where she was born, it’s a really old house at least from the 1800s, but might be even older, because she wanted us to take photos of the house to have some printed photos from there. It was pretty much empty and the relatives that inherited it use it as a space for their stuff that they don’t keep at home. My grandma and other relatives already took what belonged to their families and only left the stuff that belonged to my grandma’s brother’s also already dead wife after the last inhabitant, the brother’s wife, died, but we found a picture that belonged to her brother from his first communion, my family is catholic and brought it to our grandma, because it started breaking in this cold and a bit wet house there and thought that she would like it, because her brother didn’t have any children and my grandma would be his closest family.

My mom called me today (she’s a believer, I’m more of a skeptic) and said she told her cousin’s wife that went with us there, because they inherited this house and we didn’t want to just take stuff out there so she was with us there and allowed us to take that print, that she told her, that said uncle came to say thank you for not letting it rot there and I told old my mom that the person I saw wasn’t a man for sure. I also told her to bring it back, because it really freaks me out if this came from said print, but my mom said that nothing strange happened since then.

We both weren’t scared or threatened, we didn’t even feel uneasy when my mom heard my “grandma” entering the house and when I saw her. I’m pretty sure that my grandma didn’t play a prank. She wouldn’t do that and even if she would, she would have said it and she wouldn’t be able to leave the house again without me seeing it. She would have gone through the hallway again and opened and closed both doors that I would see and hear. Like I’ve said, she’s 83 so she cant leave the house through the window for me to not see her leaving if again.

My mom and I have no idea what she heard and what I saw.

I am not sure this story belongs here, because I consider this to be a very positive experience, but I decided to share.

So, for some background, I grew up in a very rural part on what you would consider a farm house. We had a barn/granary building. It consists of a stone masonry cellar mostly underground and on top of that is a wooden floor, wooden columns with walls on three sides and one open side. The roof is made of rough hewn beams and there is no ceiling, so when you look up you can see the roof tiles.

It was kind of a storage space and was full of old stuff, like scrap metal, tools, homemade soap and whatnot. It was a place I would often play in because I would sometimes use the tools there.

So one day, when I was about 10-11 years old, I was just squatting on the ground, playing with something as usual when I just got up moved one step forward and squatted again continuing to play. I briefly wondered why I did that because there was zero thought in my mind to do it. I didn't think to myself "Hm, let me move forward a bit", nor did I have a feeling or heard a voice telling me to do so or anything, just out of nowhere got up and moved.

A few seconds after I did that I heard a loud thud behind me. When I turned to look I saw a diagonally broken piece of roof tile had fallen exactly where I had been just seconds ago. They are old thick clay roof tiles, about 40x25cm, and weigh about 2.5-3kg each so I am pretty sure it would have seriously injured if not killed me, had it fallen on my head. I don't know if it was God, guardian angel, the spirit of my great grandmother or what did it but I consider this to be a kind of miracle and I am grateful for it whenever I remember it.

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This experience happened to me in the late 1980s. I was living on the west coast of Florida north of Tampa. I had just become a dad, was working a lot, and sometimes I had difficulty sleeping at night. To unwind I sometimes would get in our car, a dodge aspen station wagon, and go for a. Evening drive and listen to music or the radio to relax. Usually I did this late at night, I would drive for a couple hours then head home. So one such night I am driving south on I-75. Its around 1:30 AM, warm clear summer night. I was a couple miles north of the I-4 exit. There was no one on the road, very little traffic, and it was well lit with street lights on both sides, but it was rural, there were only a couple of warehouses and office buildings, so largely a deserted area. So out of the corner of my eye I see motion, and i see a guy walking on the opposite side of the road, the northbound lane.on the shoulder. He looked like he was wearing a denim jacket and jeans.Initially he was about 200 feet away so not close.As I got closer, looking across the 4 lanes, I noticed something very strange and actually frightening. Where his head was, all I could see was white, just like a featureless white head shaped blob, no features, no hair or face, just white. The rest of him looked pretty much normal, but there was no face or hair, just white. I drove past him and just figured it was a trick of the light or something. I figured he had just broken down and was walking to the next exit or something. So I thought I would go to the next place where I could turn around and head back north towards home and see if he needed a ride. So I drove about a mile and then turned around. I was looking to see if I could see a broken down vehicle, but didn't see any. I drove north towards where I had spotted this person, but I never saw anyone, he had vanished. There were no cars ahead of me and I kept driving far past where I had seen this person but I never saw anyone. It had been no more than ten minutes between the time I saw him and coming back by the same spot. As a few days passed, I really started to think that looking at this person walking, it really did look like they didn't have a face. So time passed and I didn't really think much about it for years until I read an article about how there was a stretch of I-4 where people have seen a lot of apparitions. And this occurred about a mile north of I-4. The theory is it is people who were killed on that road in accidents. I honestly now do think it was some kind of ghost or something.

This is going to sound crazy. Last night me and my fiancé do not remember going to bed. When I checked the clock last it was 2:30am, we stay up late on occasion’s. Next thing I know I’m laying in bed exhausted at 5:30am looking at him about to pass out. Until I realize what we just did for hours with each other. I felt how weird and off the environment was and I asked him what the fuck was that. I almost forgot it even though it JUST ended. He didn’t remember at first, then it hit him. TMI we were INTENSELY dry humping each other, for hours, different positions, falling off the bed multiple times. Embarrassing. We don’t know when it started or how. With each of us remembering about 5 mins from the whole 3 hours. The rest was just blackness. We both said it felt like something took us over because never are we dry humping, let alone at the degree we were going at it. I remember for a split second during this how off his demeanor was but then back to blackness. He was so into this, talking so much shit. I had such a high intensity to have sex I’ve never felt before, I was BEGGING. After realizing sex wasn’t happening is when we “woke up”. Also during this I remember seeing a fairy on my shelf and also this morning an hour after I woke up saw it on a different shelf and heard whispers. Fairy’s might be a mind thing but the other experience was REAL, real weird.

Curious to the thoughts you may have. I very much question everything and all possible answers, however the early morning of my mother's death, I woke up prior and very heavy on my mind was turning the ring sound on my phone as I have a tendency to keep it off, not just a brief thought. Within an hour I was awakened by my ex telling me my mother was in the hospital as she received the call from my stepdad. Was this just a coincidence or something more? I have always weighed on the side of something more.

I don’t know what to make of this, and I’m genuinely curious to hear what other people think.

My grandparents on my mother’s side live in a large house in Italy. It has two separate apartments, one upstairs and one downstairs, connected by a garden.

When I was growing up, my grandparents lived upstairs, while my great-grandmother lived downstairs. She passed away when I was 18, and nobody lived in her apartment after that.

I’ve been living in France for the past ten years, but I visit my family in Italy every summer. I have a cat, and since my grandmother isn’t particularly fond of cats jumping on the furniture, I usually stay in the downstairs apartment with my cat. It’s the perfect arrangement because my cat can be a cat without upsetting my grandmother.

Or at least, it should be.

I want to clarify something before going any further: I’m not a psychic, and I don’t claim to have any special abilities. However, I’ve occasionally experienced this strange sensation throughout my life where I feel that I’m not alone. Sometimes I even get the impression of whether the presence is male or female, or whether it’s someone familiar to me. It doesn’t happen often, and I can’t explain it.

Anyway, during my stays in my great-grandmother’s old apartment, I started experiencing some genuinely unsettling things.
First, I kept waking up multiple times during the night. I already struggle with insomnia, but this was different because I would wake up hearing noises.

Sometimes, it sounded as though someone was in the kitchen. Other times, I heard footsteps and what sounded like someone running / walking upstairs.

The strangest part is that my cat would sometimes sit there meowing at the ceiling. She has never done this anywhere else, and it was particularly unusual for her.

One night, in particular, I distinctly remember hearing what sounded like someone really walking around upstairs. It was around 2 a.m.
At first, I tried not to think too much about it. Old houses make noises, after all. But that night, I experienced this horrible sensation that I can only describe as feeling that something was wrong. I couldn’t explain why, and I couldn’t identify what I felt was there. I just felt deeply uncomfortable.

So I picked up the intercom that connects the two apartments and called my grandmother.

My grandmother answered. Since insomnia runs in our family, she was awake too.

I asked her whether she had been walking around upstairs. She said no. I asked whether she had gotten up to use the bathroom. Again, no. She told me she had only just gotten up to answer the intercom.

Here’s the part that really stuck with me: the moment I called upstairs, the footsteps and running noises stopped.

I explained what I’d been hearing, and my grandmother eventually came downstairs. We made ourselves some chamomile tea and talked about it.

That’s when she reminded me of something I’d almost forgotten.

My great-grandmother used to say strange things too.

During the last years of her life, she became blind. She would sometimes insist that children were running around the house upstairs.

At the time, we didn’t think much of it. We assumed she was simply getting old.

But looking back, I’m not entirely sure what to make of it.

I work in a nursing home as a psychologist, and I’m familiar with dementia and cognitive disorders. My great-grandmother generally seemed lucid to me. She knew who I was, knew where she was, understood the date, followed the news on television, and could discuss politics and current events with me. She remembered an incredible amount of things and could hold perfectly normal conversations.

The only thing I particularly remember finding strange was her insistence that children were running around.

I remember telling her that there were no children in the house anymore. I was around 17, and I certainly wasn’t running around upstairs at night. Whenever I questioned her about it, she would change the subject and ask me about school, my friends, or ballet.

I never really connected those memories with my own experiences until my grandmother brought them up that night.

And now I can’t stop wondering about it.

Why did my great-grandmother describe the noises as children running around? Why did I hear what sounded like footsteps? And why did I have such a horrible feeling that something was there, when the sensation itself didn’t feel anything like children?

I couldn’t even identify whether the presence I sensed was male or female. I just felt that something was there, and that something wasn’t right.

My cat’s behavior made everything even stranger, although I know animals can react to sounds and stimuli that we don’t notice.

Nothing ever appeared to me. I never saw a figure or anything that I could definitively identify as paranormal. It was the noises, the sensations, and the strange similarities with my great-grandmother’s experiences that bothered me.

I also researched the house afterward, but I couldn’t find anything suggesting that something terrible had happened there.

What’s interesting is that I had occasionally slept downstairs with my great-grandmother when I was younger, and I never experienced anything unusual back then. She also never mentioned the children before she became blind, as far as I can remember.

After spending an entire month sleeping approximately four hours a night because I kept waking up to these noises, I eventually decided to stay at my parents’ house during subsequent visits to Italy. Their house is even older and larger, but I’ve never experienced anything similar there.

I haven’t wanted to sleep downstairs again.

My grandmother refuses to try sleeping there herself because she doesn’t see the point.

Part of me wonders whether I should go back and spend a night there to see whether anything happens again. Another part of me really doesn’t want to.

I’m not claiming that the apartment is haunted. I genuinely don’t know what happened, and I’m open to ordinary explanations. But the combination of the noises, my cat’s behavior, that horrible sensation, and my great-grandmother’s stories has left me with questions I can’t seem to shake.

Has anyone experienced something similar, particularly in a place where an older relative reported hearing or seeing things before them? And does anyone have any thoughts about why my great-grandmother might have described hearing children running around?

I’d genuinely like to hear your experiences and theories.

Hello my cat died Thursday October 8th, 2026, the day after she died, I did a ghost hunt at my house because I was bored. My rem-pod would not stop going off if anyone can think of what happened please tell me.

Every paranormal collective group always has its fair share of sceptics. Scepticism is a healthy and valid response to otherworldly activity which makes us question the world, nature, the universe, etc.

As someone who has experienced quite a bit of paranormal activity, I’m met with a lot of scepticism about the events that look place, especially in this sub whenever I share my personal encounters. I’m curious to discuss what would convince you to truly believe in the paranormal and change your perspective?

What would it take for you to change your mind or at the very least think that there is more to this life than meets the eye? 👻

So I don't actually believe in ghosts or spirits but I keep noticing these things. So a few months ago I was alone at home drinking some water standing in the kitchen while talking to a friend and out of nowhere a glass plate which is not on the edges of the table fell. I got scared and ran out of the house. And another day I was preparing for bath and accidentally pushed the shampoo and I thought "I'll pick it up later" and went to get a towel but when I got back the shampoo is in the cupboard and I was alone when this happened too. And something happened during my birthday too my best friend video called me at 12 to wish me and I don't have enough charging so I was talking to her while charging my phone while leaning against the window of an empty room in the house and I suddenly heard a knock on that window and once again I obviously ran to my mom's room and slept with her. And the most recent one is i was home alone and when I came out if my room the refrigerator door is opened which I've obviously closed. Idk if I'm hallucinating or something.

Edit: I don't know why but my best friend is scared to come to my house.

So I'm from South Asia and I experienced this about 10 years ago but I can remember it so vividly. Our kitchen has a backdoor who leads out to the backyard, so we were in the kitchen, me, mom, and my sister when we heard this strange unnatural sound. It was a cackling sound, the backdoor was open, and the kitchen lights illuminated the backyard, which otherwise was very dark. We looked out the door to see this strange dog like creature approach the door, it looked like a Hyena. It was so loud and eerie. It just saw us and rapidly fled. We ran out into the backyard to find it gone in just a few seconds. We switched on the yard lights but couldn't find it anywhere. The thing is that we don't have any Hyenas in where I come from, and this thing vanished so rapidly, I feel this was something supernatural. Has anyone else ever faced something like this.

A few days ago, my grandmother had an accident at my house—she bumped her head, and it really scared us all. Luckily, she’s doing fine now.

​However, ever since that happened, strange things have been occurring that we can't explain. We've been hearing sounds like someone weeping uncontrollably/desperately, hearing her voice when she isn't around, or hearing someone having a conversation with a family member who was actually completely alone (just talking to our dog).

​Can anyone tell us what might be going on? What should we do? Should we cleanse/bless the house?

​Any advice or insight would be greatly appreciated.

To preface this, these events occurred like 10+ years ago, in an apartment we lived in with strange occurrences pretty much every night, ranging from cabinet doors opening and closing throughout the night and footsteps wandering around the apartment. A little more context too to get a better idea of the apartment, at the door you would be in the living room with a stair case to your right leading to the main bedroom and a hallway with three other bedrooms to the left, on first floor was the living room as previously mentions and then the kitchen/laundry room to your immediate front.

The first story I have is an encounter my oldest brother had. This was sometime during the summer (idk the exact year) my brother was cleaning up his room on the second floor as he had the day off and all of us siblings were at school, as he was cleaning, locked in and stuff, he heard the front door open and slam, and heard someone stomping up the stairs as if they were super angry about something. And my brother being a person not to take crap like someone slamming stuff cuz they’re mad, got a little mad and annoyed, and waited for said person to finish coming up the stairs. He had assumed that it was one of my other older siblings as they were in highschool and known to come home early, so as he’s cleaning he’s preparing his ass chewing in his head.

He heard the footsteps still stomping their way towards his direction, so now he’s deduced that it was my sister going to her room, he immediately starts cleaning near his door absolutely fuming, because to him it’s like why the hell are you first off slamming the doors and just stomping towards your room. And as he’s sweeping, he sees my sister walk past him, so he puts his broom down and starts heading towards his door to enter the hallway when he hears my sisters door open and slam extra hard, now he’s actually mad and is planning on just laying in on my sister for her bitchy attitude she has.

He starts walking down the hallway, hearing stuff moving around in the room, he reaches the door and opens in immediately saying “what the hell are you doing”. But as he opens the door all the way, he sees no one in the room, now he’s absolutely lost and confused, because he know he just heard the front door and door to my sisters room slam open and close, and he clearly saw my sister walk past him. He proceeds to search the room (granted it wasn’t a BIG room so not much searching to be done) as he’s searching he decides to check the closet just in case she’s in there, when he opens the closet he gets this rush of cold air and notices the room is absolutely freezing, and smartly leaves the room and waits for us to come back.

A few hours past and we all get home at staggered times. My sister comes home and he pulls her aside, he doesn’t beat around the bush and just tells her what had happened. She listens and lets him know that her room has had stuff happen in there, and that the closet ever since we had moved in there had always been cold as hell even on the hottest days in our house.

So I'm watching The Twilight Zone (the original one from 1959) for the first time, and this actor shows up, and the moment I saw his face I got this really strange feeling that I can't explain.

It's like I know this guy personally, like I've met him before or talked to him, but I know I haven't. And it's not that he reminds me of someone I used to know, it's HIM specifically.

It's like my brain is somehow convinced that I already know him, that he's a genuinely kind person and someone I can trust. And I have absolutely no idea where any of these feelings are coming from. It's almost like his face is creating memories and emotions that don't actually exist.

I've never seen this actor before in my life, I don't even know his name. I'm also from Egypt, so it's not like I grew up watching him on TV or anything. I really can't think of any way I could've seen him before.

I have this really strong feeling that he's a genuinely kind and friendly person. Like if I walked up to him and started talking, he'd be nice to me, wouldn't make me feel awkward or uncomfortable, and would actually be happy to talk. Not because he knows me or anything, but because that's just the kind of person he is. I don't know how else to explain it.

And all of this happened the second I saw his face, before he even said a word or I knew anything about his character.

Looking at him actually makes me feel happy and comfortable, almost like seeing someone familiar that you're really glad to see. But at the same time it's confusing as hell.

I'm 37 and I've never experienced anything like this before, not even close. And the feeling hasn't gone away, I still get it every time I look at his face.

Has anyone ever experienced something like this? Because I genuinely have no idea why I feel this way about a complete stranger.